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here.”
    Oh, she knew
what she wanted, all right. Everything about this was too good to
be true. Well...aside from the emerald on her finger which made me
nervous if I looked at it for too long.
    In the slope of
her neck, I mouthed words before I said them. Needed to practice my
rusty charms. To be desired, the thick, coarse pull of it, I'd
almost forgotten how addictive it was. “I could take you home with
me, if you want.”
    “We’ll go to my
place--ahh…” She mewed as I sucked at the hollows of her throat.
“It’s only ten minutes away.”
    “Okay then.
Good. Good.”
    I lead her back
through the simmering party with a firm grip on her hand. Defences
were broken and restraint had waned; there were bodies dressed with
each other on the stairs and in the corners. But they were dull.
Boring. This girl at the end of my arm with her pulse shivering
against mine--she was the big news.
    “Sneaking off
already? You whore.” Aidan grabbed Leila by the waist and she
pretended to slap him.
    “Hey. Less of
that, please.” I sounded like someone’s dad.
    “Rhys, we’re
all whores here. It’s okay.” He released Leila, draped her jacket
over my shoulder and then pushed the two of us together so that we
bumped awkwardly. “Ah, look at you two! All bashful and horny. My
work here is done.” He gave a great, mocking sigh, a wink, and then
bombed back off towards harassed Magdalena.
    On the terrace,
the air had been warm. Maybe it was Leila’s proximity or the great
cloud of body heat emanating from the party. As we stepped out on
to the pavement, the breeze caught me right in the face and my skin
burned in the cool grip of it.
    We were
free.
    “Do you always
let him talk to you like that?” I found myself saying.
    “Oh, don’t
worry about Aidan, seriously. I’ve known him for ages. He’s like my
brother.” She squeezed my arm. “It was very sweet of you to stand
up for me though.”
    “Just being a
gentleman.”
    “Ooh, I’m
spoiled.” She giggled, and the high little octaves lunged to a
crude chuckle. “I hope you’re not always this courteous. Not
everywhere.”
    Thank fuck for
the belt that obscured my hard-on. I was dizzy with the loss of
blood from my brain.
    The flirting
only got worse from that point. I kept trying to steer away from
innuendo--hell, I needed a break before we started proper--but she
was leading in more ways than one, and just a tiny inflection on a
word made my heart thunder. She dragged on syllables, slid her gaze
to me with deliberate slowness. When she bit her lip, when it grew
plump under those teeth…I shoved her up against somebody’s fence
and took her mouth until she tugged on my collar in complaint. Poor
girl needed to breath.
    We made it
through the lobby of her smart apartment building, into the dimly
lit lift…and then the walls beckoned again. Close the space. I took
her hair in fistfuls this time and rubbed my cock against her
belly. Don’t get me wrong--I was still nervous. I ached with it in
the pit of my stomach, but she tasted syrupy, like an antidote. If
I could eat her all up, I’d be better. Mmmph.
    The hall of her
apartment smelled like candles and coffee. We kissed with grinning
mouths as our jackets were peeled away, and then she led me to a
door in the dark. The lamp swallowed the room in a buttery glow;
there was a massive bed, book cases, a carpet that winced with the
weight of me. No picture frames, no dressing gown...this was for
guests.
    There was only
one reason she'd brought me to a guest room: she shared this
apartment with her fiancé. I stuck to the floor when I realised,
and my nerves warred nausea.
    “Rhys?” Leila
slid off the edge of the bed and came to embrace me. “Is everything
okay?”
    I stiffened.
“Yeah…um. Where is he?
    “ He ?”
She gave an awkward little smile. “I’m allowed, remember? You won’t
be suddenly punched in the face, I promise.”
    My hands
slipped to the tops of her buttocks; they curved right into